My poor husband! I woke up shouting oh, no, oh, no and pointing to the ceiling where I was convinced I could see a large dark patch of blood dripping from the ceiling. i even got up and turned on the light to see better. Obviously therewas nothing there. I just stood there, my legs shaking from the knees down, then clambered back into bed apologising.
My mum was here on Saturday night and pretty much scoffed at all of my ideas about labour and how to deal with the baby after it is born. She really pissed me off and I had to tell her we were allowed to make plans and we didn't need all of the sarcastic remarks.
It's really played on my mind since and seems to either stop me fro sleeping or give me vivid dreams. After the above episode I fell asleep only to dream about beingin a Kenyan prison.
My mum was here on Saturday night and pretty much scoffed at all of my ideas about labour and how to deal with the baby after it is born. She really pissed me off and I had to tell her we were allowed to make plans and we didn't need all of the sarcastic remarks.
It's really played on my mind since and seems to either stop me fro sleeping or give me vivid dreams. After the above episode I fell asleep only to dream about beingin a Kenyan prison.